Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 359 Doctor Gentle Scum (65)

The girl's face became even redder, and she found a specially customized sticker of Nian Chu's avatar from her bag.

"Do you want this? You can stick it on your face."

Gu Jin took it and nodded in thanks.

The small head portrait was exquisitely made, and the plain white fingertips twisted one and gently stuck it on the cheek.

The girl frantically pressed her phone: "There is a super handsome man sitting next to me! I even gave him my first girl's headband and stickers!"

The little sisters in the group replied to her: "He wears it?"

It's really strange that a big man is willing to wear such a small girl's things.

The girl's keyboard sounded: "I'm wearing it! It's super cute!"

Little sister: "If you don't have a picture, what a fart, show me what it looks like."

The girl secretly raised the phone, but met Gu Jin's eyes through the screen.

The young man still wore a headband, and the pink light flickered, but his brows and eyes were long and narrow, and he looked a little cold when his face was expressionless.

The girl shook her hand and subconsciously apologized.

"Yes, sorry!"

Gu Jin nodded, and slightly looked away.

The girl sent a message to the little sister gloomily: "It seems that you don't appreciate the fate of the handsome guy."

Little sister: "???"

Everyone was seated, and the lights on the stage went out for a moment.

The light was turned off again and fell on He Youfa.

She frowned: "Hello, everyone."

The fans below said in unison: "Happy birthday, first sister!"

He bent his eyes again: "Thank you."

She snapped her fingers, and the music gradually started to play.

He adjusted his ears to the sound of the music again: "I have prepared a song for a long time, and I will sing it to you today."

Not long after the birthday meeting, He sang a few songs in a row, feeling a little out of breath.

She just sat down and smiled.

"Let's chat then."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.

The girl shown on the big screen has bright eyebrows and clear almond eyes.

"Do you want to hear me talk about him?"

The fans below shouted wildly: "I want to!"

They are so curious.

He rolled his eyes again: "I've told you many times, he is very good-looking."

She thought about it: "It's the kind of beauty that you can notice at a glance even if the outline is blurred by darkness. The beauty is not in the skin, but he is beautiful in both skin and bone."

Gu Jin raised her face slightly, quietly looking at the pretty girl on the stage with a slight smile in her eyes.

He paused again, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I don't seem to know what to say."

He stood up again, his eyes fell on the middle of the auditorium.

Sitting there was Gu Jin with clear eyebrows.

She tilted her head and smiled, her almond eyes were bright, and her tone was solemn and firm.

"I especially like him."

Whether it was the blurred short decades of ordinary human life, or the long and boring experience of the patron saint that made her feel unreal, she seemed to be drifting all the time.

It wasn't until I met him that I really had a home.

~
After He finished, he went back to the backstage, where Gu Jin had been waiting there early.

He took He You's wrist and slowly intertwined his fingers.

"Go to the rooftop."

He blinked again, and went to the rooftop with him.

The wind at night was very cool, Gu Jin put his coat over He You, and hugged him into his arms together.

He looked up at the starlight in the sky again, Gu Jin kissed her chin lightly, and kissed the corners of her lips all the way.

Gu Jin's voice was very soft and low: "I love you."

It is a love that is thousands of times thicker than liking, so surging that it overflows from the corners of the eyes and brows.

There was a roar in the chest, but all the senses were gradually blocked.

He closed his eyes again, and leaned into Gu Jin's arms weakly.

She gently tugged at the hem of Gu Jin's clothes, and kissed the cool chest of the young man.

A cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing across the deserted rooftop, and gradually went away.

　I found that I couldn't find a place to write about Che Che, let's keep it pure together, we are the successors of socialism!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)